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Divide It by Ro Kapone Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2017

[Intro]
Run that money up
I just run that money up
I did it again

[Chorus]
Run that money up with the squad then divide it
Just me and two bad bitches nobody else invited
I just want the coupe with the curtains wanna ride private
This her first time in a foreign she getting excited

[Verse 1]
Plug just texted a nigga phone
It seem like as soon as I get 'em I get them bitches gone
Monkey nuts I got fat sacks Donkey Kong
Yo' bitch hit me on Snap Chat
She won't leave me 'lone
That money dirty need a shower
Your bitch texted I'll be there in a hour
I think I'm Austin Powers
Twenty racks hanging out my trousers
Kevin Durant little mama just want a ring
No more nightmares I got everything of my dreams
Nigga always got his hand out Michael Myers that's killing me
She done fucked like every nigga in the squad she ain't got no dignity
I just want a Benz but I'm like ten grand short that's all
I answer the phone every time the money call
I'm a get back up every time that a nigga fall
[Chorus]
Run that money up with the squad then divide it
Just me and two bad bitches nobody else invited
I just want the coupe with the curtains wanna ride private
This her first time in a foreign she getting excited

[Post Chorus]
Don't hit me on social media talking bout dope
An I can't front you nothing 'cause I'll be losing
Nigga where you was when my back was against the rope
I need help counting this money it's getting confusing

[Verse 2]
Nigga tried to cross me up like Curry just did Irving
Stayed down same team same jersey I deserve it
Five thousand ones threw in the air that was on purpose
Muddy cup double trouble I'm on them perky's
Fly as a eagle spreading my wings
You real or you fake nothing in between
I ran up the cake split it with the team
In love with money can't nothing intervene
All that back and forth road running I just pray that I make it home safely
I couldn't help it I just seen a check all a nigga know was to go chase it
Plug looking at me like bitch is you crazy
He threw that sack at me Troy Aikman
Started from the bottom from the basement
Thirty eight special no safety
Two rooms at the motel sixty-two different bitches
One bitch cook the dope one bitch counting up the digits
[Chorus]
Run that money up with the squad then divide it
Just me and two bad bitches nobody else invited
I just want the coupe with the curtains wanna ride private
This her first time in a foreign she getting excited

[Post Chorus]
Don't hit me on social media talking bout dope
An I can't front you nothing 'cause I'll be losing
Nigga where you was when my back was against the rope
I need help counting this money it's getting confusing